I have a minor
mind. I’m a sparrow taking
a dust bath in the
weak sun this winter
day. I read Augustine but
I desire no more;
desire is finite
like everything else in
my world. And I know
all is contingent;
I take the givens of this
dusty day as gifts.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Portland OR and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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The final line gives the reader a zing of delight and insight which transforms the amusigand intriguing image–it is more tha a conceit–of the poet as sparrow into a profound reflection reaching beyond the self. Wonderful!
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THe delightful image-=-it is more than a conceit–of the poet as bird takes teh reader into a truly profound reflection on what we are. This is a moving and deep little poem. It has real staying power.
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